two offerings - one the expected and one from a different place.
The first one is for me, but the second is a late birthday present for mrkinch and uses her signature symbol.
All of Arda is The Professor's - a gift I simply long to be part of
Phoenix I (Faramir)
I’d read the myth as a boy, but never expected to test it.
The truth left a lot to be desired – but then, choosing your own time and giving yourself up with joy, to rise again amid a smoke of gold and cinnamon has little in common with finding yourself tossed on a pyre and doused with oil and a despair that is not even your own.
But I can tell you now that the details matter not at all. The rising is the important thing - embracing the light and forsaking the flame, feeling your wings at long last unfurl.
(this wanted the imaged of the raven being the coal that lights the flame so urgently that I think I may have to find a poem to put it in...)
Phoenix II (Maedhros)
I held to my life with a tenacity even I was surprised to find within me. Sometimes it came from determination and sometimes from bloody defiance.
I held to my self and my senses, living within my brain the life I might never have again. I made myself believe that who I am was worth it all.
I held tighter than my shackle until wings like flame carried my savior to me.
“Let go,” he sobbed as his sword finally broke my restraint and my compulsive resolve. He caught me as I fell and held to my life for me.